|Let's be honest, this is probably what you are here for!|
|"It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. |
Then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns and also he got a racecar. Is any of this getting through to you?"
Holy macaroni I've been busy this month. After a reasonable start the petroleum geol MSc kicked in with full force late October through all of November. Essentially a three week long coursework crush punctuated with two one day field trips just for a laugh. The work has ranged from fairly minor to substantial, but being in almost all day everyday for class saps your energy and I find in the evenings I only have a 3 hour max window post dinner where I can concentrate enough. I'm more of a chipper, getting bits done at a steady pace before calling it off for the day, rather than be a flat out worker close to the deadline- in fact I don't know how people stay up all night doing the same piece of work. Coffee probably.
But now with 2 weeks until the Christmas break things have suddenly eased off, almost completely in fact. I...don't know what to do with this free time...May as well enjoy it because there's one more intense group project in the last 3 days. With random groups aggh! Final boss: don't blow it!
At least there's been some vindication of my/our efforts from some good marks on previous work. 74.5% and 68.4% on two bits so far which is above or close to the magic 70% that marks a 1st class/distinction. And the 68.4% mark...for the amount of stress that caused...yeah I'll take that! That one was a mini project involving borehole logs and drilling logistics initially spawned from some very dry lectures and a massive tome of a textbook/course handout. Yet the work only amounted to about 10 pages, mostly graphs, and for some reason had to be bound. So I got a comb spine bound to it but on the way home it somehow got wet inside my (waterproof) bag from the rain so I had to reprint 2 pages again at home. But the binding process cuts rectangular holes all along the inner edge of the sheets for the comb to wrap around and like hell I was paying to get it rebound. So...using the holes cut in the transparent plastic cover as a template, I drew the rectangles on the new sheets and cut them out with my craft knife and cutting mat so I could fiddle with the unwrapped comb spine and reassemble it. I recall doing this in the past where I had to insert a thick map into a bound report, and like then, papercraft skills saved my life once more I can tell you!
For a while I was getting annoyed at the nocturnal guy living in the room opposite in the halls. But it clicked that the main annoyance which primed me to be oversensitive about noise in general was his phone vibrating on a wooden surface, which buzzes through the walls no problem. Eventually I met him and mentioned the issue and he was really good about it and now probably rests his phone on a book or something. The result being I never hear his phone late at night now and can sleep great once again! Which is a crucial thing for this course! Diplomacy folks.
Unfortunately being busy means I haven't done much recently in regards to art or papercrafts. Again through chipping away, Robert Lutece is reaching the unfolding stage and I hope to build him over Christmas. Rosalind will be sometime in Spring 2014 at this rate.
Even had to miss some airsoft last weekend where my friend and partner in WW2 airsoft antics, the other half of "2 PARA" (because there's just two of us), ended up going on his own and had a blast. He's got a M1928 Thompson now, cousin to my M1A1. Christened Tommy Blatkins (to blat means to spray targets with BBs mindlessly) after much deliberation to find a suitable pun (my gun is Huntress Thompson btw). Naming his Sten was so much easier...(Stenjamin Franklin, but Stenedict Arnold / Stenedict Cumberbatch spring to mind immediately too).
I got a postwar greatcoat which by all means is a great coat and practically the same cut as the 1940 version. Fits brilliantly and actually makes it look like I have some sort of physique though I question the practicality and duration it'll be useful for. So I'm looking at the regular Brit battledress still...